Page 26 of All the Way
I pull her against me so she’s straddling my lap. All she has on under her robe is a thin nightgown and simple cotton panties. I slip a hand between her legs and feel the heat coming from her.
“Did you think something happened at the party?” I ask with concern, looking deeply into her eyes. Everything makes sense. I just regret not clearing everything up earlier. I should never have left her side.
“Yes,” she says, her hands against my chest. “You know your friend Josh is gross, right? He said something strange and then I saw you and Sammy together.”
“Baby, I was trying to convince her not to drunk text her ex.” I shake my head and smile. “I think I actually talked some sense into her.”
Jess slips her fingers through mine and looks away from me, glancing outside. It’s starting to snow a little, and she exhales deeply through her pretty pink lips. She looks perfect with a messy bun high on her head and not a stitch of makeup on. “And what about me? You going to talk some sense into me?”
“No one is home, right?” I slip a finger over her lips and kiss the corner of her mouth as she lets out a soft little moan.
“That’s right. I think they all went to a movie.”
“Okay. Let me talk some sense into you then.”
I lift her up easily by her ass, her legs wrapping around me and her fingers wrapping around the muscles in my upper arms, and carry her up the stairs. I know exactly how many steps it takes to get upstairs, and I purposely step on every spot I know will squeak, just to make her laugh. The house is like us - it’s weathered, and sometimes it squeaks to remind you just how much love has been put into it over the years.
We slip into her room and I leave the light off. We move perfectly together, and I lay her down on the edge of the bed and push her nightgown and robe up to her belly as I kneel down in front of her and slip her panties off.
A light moan escapes from her lips as I kiss her gently everywhere, pushing her thighs wide apart. Her legs shudder at my touch as I nibble inside her leg, so close to her pussy but not touching it.
“You’re so wet for me. That’s the way it’s going to be from now on, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” she exhales. I breathe her in deeply, kissing up her thigh and coming to her clit. She’s impossibly wet, and I push two fingers deep in and curl them up, rubbing her from the inside. A sweet, full breath emanates from her lips, filling the dark room.
Leaning down, I bury my face between her legs. She might belong by my side, but this is where I belong - doing everything to prove to her every fucking day that she’s the one I want.
I swirl my tongue against her clit and then move up her body, planting soft kisses against her flawless skin.
“You’re perfect,” I say, pushing her robe and nightgown up her body and off her head. Positioning myself between her legs, I grab one of her thighs and push it up so her knee is by her ear and plunge deep into her.
“That’s so, so nice.” She tilts her head back, her brown locks falling in waves away from her. Her face shows the storm going on inside her body, and I tilt her chin up and nibble on her soft neck, making a louder, higher moan come from deep inside her throat.
“Jess, I love you.” I slide between her legs, feeling all the gorgeous warmth from inside her body as she wraps her arms and leg tight around me, pulling me so close. Closer than ever.
My cock twitches as I slide in and out of her, a smile playing across her lips. Our bodies move in unison, our hearts beating as one.
I’ve finally found my home. I’ve finally brought her home for good. Forever.
“I love you too, Chris. I always have. I did a year ago, and I do now.”
I stop moving and take her face within my hands, drawing my thumbs over her ears and pushing her hair behind them. A kiss, a mark and a push, and she’s mine.
Her body tenses up, her smooth legs gliding over my back. Reaching down to touch her between us, I pull out and move down her body, planting small kisses all the way, stopping at the small tuft of hair below. I stroke her gently, and a chorus of moans fills the room. All the light from the big white moon far away casts a glow inside the room. It’s not dark. It’s light. She’s light. She’s a flashing signal of hope in the storm. She’s the soft to my hard and the melody to my words.
I push her legs apart wide and move my tongue everywhere. All I want is for her to feel good. Inside, outside, in her mind and her body and heart.
“Chris,” she utters softly. “Please come here and kiss me.”
I do as she asks, pushing a leg up over my shoulder to reach deeper inside her with my steel hardness. I’ll do anything she asks of me. And she isn’t the only one with a question.
Pushing inside, our mouth crash together, our lips moving softly against each other’s. She moans into my mouth and I push even harder into her, making her head tilt back and away from me.
“Give your mouth back to me. I’ve dreamed of those lips every day, baby.” She wraps around my neck with her arms and uses me to leverage herself up, her soft fingertips playing in the hair on the back of my head.
I reach behind her head and lace a fist-full of hair between my fingers, fisting my hand as her eyes open. Nipping her bottom lip with my teeth, she cries out in pleasure.
The fire inside my bones cannot be quenched. There’s no way to extinguish what’s inside me. There will never be. I need to come back and drink from this spring every day of my damn life.
